Closer (Side A)

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you
Drank too much and that's an issue, but I'm okay
Hey, tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I'll never see them again

I know it breaks your heart
Moved to a city in a broke-down car
Four years, no calls
And now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I-I-I can't stop
No, I-I-I can't stop

So, baby, pull me close in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older

You look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane
Play, play that blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tucson, okay

Oh, I know it breaks your heart
Moved to a city in a broke-down car
Four years, no calls
And now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar

So, baby, pull me close in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
No, yeah

So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Taggart, Shaun Charles Frank, Isaac Edward Slade, Ashley Frangipane, Joseph A. King, Frederic Freddy Kennett
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